Shrimpo's end?

*eyes narrow* whatcha hiding there buddy?

*Shrimpo backs away, clutching the gun tighter* Shrimpo: N-nothing! It's just a-a toy gun, don't worry about it!

*takes a step forward* a toy huh? let me see it

You don't understand, Simon. I don't want to live anymore.

I do. I went through shit. I failed lots of times. Am i still here? YYYYYUP.

You don't know what I've been through! You're just a stupid party animal who has no idea what it's like to be alone.

*Shrimpo was in his room with a gun, wondering if he should do it, end it, end himself, he has been having thoughts for many years now, and is planning to give in, can you stop him?*

(shrimpo shoots himself in the head the end)

*He did it, he actually did it. He was dead, his body was cold and lifeless. He was gone, and there was nothing left to do but to grieve and move on.*

*My voice cracks, tears forming.* No! Don't say that! You're not crab meat! You're Shrimpo! *I take a tiny, careful step closer.* Please... just breathe.

*tears streaming* B-breathe? I... I-I CAN'T!

Probably cuz you're in air-

*Shrimpo freezes, his hand still on the gun* W-what? I'm just cleaning my room, yeah, cleaning my room.

Dandy: cleaning your room?

Dandy: with a gun?